figurative abstract painting

Henry was immediately beside her, a small delicatenapkin proffered. She took it, scrubbed her chin with the vigour of a schoolboy,exclaiming: "That's what I call areal doughnut. Gorgeous."
　　She dropped the napkin on the tray and stood up. Asusual every eye was on her. She was used to that. Perhaps she liked it, perhaps she nolonger noticed it. She was worth looking at – a striking womanrather than a beautiful one. The palest of platinum hair fell sleek and smooth exquisite.Her nose was faintly aquiline, her eyes deep set and a real grey in colour. She had thewide mouth of a natural comedian. Her dress was of such simplicity that it puzzled mostmen. It looked like the coarsest kind of sacking, had no ornamentation of any kind, and noapparent fastening or seams. But women knew better. Even the provincial old dears inBertram's knew, quite certainly, that it had cost the earth!